A land of deserts, dingoes and dickheads

Well, considering I spent the first 24 years of my life here, there’s a lot to choose from.

The time when I was dining in Parliament house and managed to flick rice over a large group of important politicians springs to mind.


You haven’t lived until you’ve lined up with the blokes at an Australian public toilet. There are no individual cubicles, just one long metal trough.

Efficient and classy.


My home place. We have a famous poem at home:

I love a sunburned country
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of droughts and flooding rains

So, if the idea of sunburn, drought or floods appeals to you, please visit Australia.

Oh, and I could be wrong. The words might be, “A land of sweeping planes,” indicating the large delays for cleaning on QANTAS flights.

 
 
Once you leave the cities, Australia is just a whole bunch of nothing.
Captain Kangaroo forgets to set his alarm clock.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

20,090,437 (2005)
Canberra

The Australian Dollar

A$1 = 1 Australian Dollar (When my dad was a kid, he knew the value of a dollar)

1975 - 2001
Everywhere except the West
1 Although most are likely to be dingoes

1 I can buy a beer in Australia for exactly the same price as a beer in Australia (unless I’m in Sydney)